Twinsequences (Twisted Twin #1)(15)
Author: Jennifer Foor

We changed positions, with me sitting on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rocked my body around. He seemed to enjoy the way I moved my hips. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass and used his strength to steady a good pace.

My ni**les hardened as they rubbed over his hard chest. I leaned into kiss his lips, and tease him with my tongue. Then I leaned back, showing him the way my own stomach muscles looked as we made love.

There was nothing that could stop us, short of the boat sinking, and that wasn’t happening. We were completely alone and together as we should have always been. I finally understood why he’d wanted to bring me out into the middle of the open water. I appreciated the way everything was playing out. It didn’t matter what the next day would bring. I wasn’t going to be alone anymore. No matter what I had to do, I was going to be with him.

We made love for hours, taking breaks when we became out of breath and going back at it after resting. We couldn’t get enough of each other and I think we both knew that as long as we were making love, we didn’t have to worry about anything else.

There would be consequences for what she’d done to us.

I was ready for them.

I think we both were.

Chapter 8

You were my idol. I wish you were dead.

I’m not sure exactly what time it was. I woke up wrapped in a blanket, in Stosh’s arms, on the floor of the boat. The wind was brisk and the once calm waters were a bit more rough. I sat up and looked around, before standing up and going beneath to use the bathroom.

I hadn’t meant to stop in the bedroom, but I wanted to grab our pillows. I made it halfway to the door when I tripped over the diary. My stomach dropped when I thought about the things my sister had said and done to me. I felt betrayed in the worst way.

This was someone that I would have given my life for. I’d given her an organ if she needed it. I would have done anything for her.

How could she hate me the way she did? How could she want to sabotage my life? Who does something like that? Who did she think she was, playing God like she was allowed to?

I didn’t even know her.

I certainly didn’t like her.

I picked up the little book and opened it where I left off.

May 25th

Prom day baby! I am so excited. There is a killer party tonight. Stoshua won’t know what hit him when he wakes up tomorrow. Everything is going as planned. Soon, everyone will think the baby I’m carrying is his. It will not only destroy my sister, but it will kill my parents. This couldn’t have worked out better.

I put my hand over my mouth, because her world started to nauseate me.

I couldn’t stop reading.

May 26th

Just got home from a night I won’t forget.

I could tell Stoshua hated himself when he woke up next to me. That poor guy didn’t even realize that nothing happened between us. He believed every word out of my mouth. What a loser!

Soon, I can tell the family that the child I’m carrying is his. I can’t wait to give them the horrible news.

It will be the best day of my life.

June 7th

We graduated!

Yay me!

I won’t have to share the car anymore, because my dad is planning on getting the princess a new one. She still thinks she wants to stay home. I can see it on her face when she looks at me. She hates that I had him and she didn’t. Little does she know, that I didn’t even want him.

Her little pathetic pity party is about to begin. I can’t wait to watch her fall off her pedestal.

June 20th

I couldn’t wait any longer. They all know.

Fake baby daddy told his parents. He wants to do the right thing by me.

I got my ticket out of here and I couldn’t be happier.

He’s going to take care of me and the baby, while we stay home and pretend to like him. He never has to know the baby isn’t his.

My sister is a mess. I heard her crying again. I think she may have thrown up. I stayed on the other side of the door smiling the whole time.

She’s finally in Hell, where she belongs.

June 22th

Willow is leaving town. She made the announcement to me in private, but I made sure to pass it along to Stoshua. He seemed equally upset. He’s even been drinking. I guess he’s trying to numb the pain of losing his chance with her. They’ll never be together now. That makes me so happy.

July 2nd

I got married today.

It wasn’t perfect or even what I’d imagined. My ass looks fat and I can’t stand Stoshua’s cologne. He keeps telling me that he’ll try to be a good husband. He apologizes for loving her. The irony in that is fantastic.

July 14th

Willow’s gone! She’s gone off to school and to start her new life. I pretended to be sad, but I was partying inside.

August 27th

Last night I had a miscarriage.

Stoshua stayed by my side.

He seemed broken up about it.

My parents came to the hospital, but the princess never showed. I thought she’d come, but she never did.

I feel alone. I’m stuck in a marriage with someone I loathe. He’s my only way out, though. I can’t go back to that house. I’ll never go back! I guess I need to pretend to love this guy and get knocked up again. The sooner the better.

I heard Stosh clearing his voice and looked up to see him leaning against the doorway. He was completely naked with a concerned look on his face. “I thought we agreed to not deal with this shit until tomorrow?”

I tossed the book to the side with shaky hands. “I couldn’t help it. I had to know.”

I thought about how he felt when he read that he’d never slept with her. “How far did you get?” He sat down on the bed next to me.

“The miscarriage.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, the jokes on me! I can’t believe it. I feel like a f**king fool, Will. I knew I wouldn’t have slept with her.”

I grabbed his hand and traced the palm with my fingertips. “She needs to pay for this.”

“Don’t stoop to her level. You’re not that person, Willow.”

“I, at least, need to tell my parents. They should know what she’s capable of. If she has this much animosity towards me, I can’t imagine what she’s planning on doing to them. They don’t deserve it either.”

He played with my hand, before looking right at me. “Let me ask you something. She writes about things she overheard your parents saying. Is there a chance that maybe they treated you differently?”

I shrugged. “I guess she could have perceived it that way. I mean, I always got praise for my hard work, but it was only so that I would continue to do well. I think they did it to make her try harder. They’d never pick favorites like she’s saying. It’s ridiculous.”